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[Verse 1] |
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Been in this game for years, it made me intelligent |
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Stupid niggas fade into irrelevance |
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I'm permanently settled in like melanin, Adamantium Skeletons |
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The sickness is immune to modern medicine |
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Fighting ancient evils on the steeples and pulpits |
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Now a days we call it beefing, drama, and bullshit |
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Most of these niggas half man but they full bitch |
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Wolves in the full moon only useful for smelling scents |
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Me I'm a predator and I'm telling ya get the fuck from around me |
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Before they find you in the bushes with hell of dents |
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This blood sport and y'all bleeding between the legs |
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And I'm in no need of eggs my lady got hella hips |
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I'm after the presidents representing the capitol |
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Any rapper from my residence I promise I'm better than |
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Citizen of the globe any place that I ever been |
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I pissed on |
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That was for the wolves that were smelling scents |
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Now get gone |
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[Hook] |
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I know that Yeezus was a mortal man |
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And, HOV ain't Jehovah, just a normal man |
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And, we all lambs to the slaughter |
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We all die, but some die harder |
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Which one is you? |
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I mean... |
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Is you a runner or you running shit? |
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Is you a fetcher or you summon shit? |
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I'm the definition of a martyr let my name live on |
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As the king without a throne with all the honor |
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[Verse 2] |
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Niggas want to bring the 90's back |
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I'm still using 70's slang, that shit behind me jack |
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Born in the 80's Ronald Reagan tried to slide me crack |
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The walking dead was hunted by Feds, yo where the lively at? |
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Out of trouble and on the hustle where I be at |
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I live within the jungle and on the humble the silent cat |
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Louder the lion, the louder the lying |
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The closer these niggas get to death, and the louder the crying |
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Holler at me, won't get a response I'm over seas |
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When my phone tone change I'm gone you know my steez |
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See Islam Salaam is the belief |
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And they synonymous with bombs but I'm one over beats |
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But you can't box with odds your arms will never reach |
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So trying to talk to God the odds you'll never speak |
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But, you could start by washing both of your feet and praying with open hands |
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And bending both of your knees |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 3] |
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See now a days we worship the stars |
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That do nothing to deserve the applause that they receive |
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We huddle below the bar, sub-par is the new degree |
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With the artists that's out now mustn't be hard to reach |
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Anybody can come even close to being a beast |
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They see them selves as God or regard them selves as the chief |
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The streets is hungry for kings, the kings are hunting for rings |
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My nigga I don't wear jewelry so fuck who rocking a chain |
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I'm just rocking a beat, mo I'm just doing my thing |
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Making money from rapping who claiming that talk is cheap |
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If record sales and talent was ever one in the same |
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I'd be running the game if that rule were ever to change |
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But this a tangible dream, I don't do it for fame |
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I just do it for heads, I just do it for bread |
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I don't do it for names, so fuck who standing in line |
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You focusing on the guest list |
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I'm focused on my set bitch |
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[Hook] |